For All Your Percy Jackson Trash Needs

5 My only medicine... (Part 1)

This one might be kinda weird but I've been wanting to do something like this for a while...

Percy's POV

I stared blankly at the floor, the voices in my head screaming. My mom had brought me to an appointment to be shrunk. I already knew that they would say I was schizophrenic.

I'd been dealing with this ever since I was taken to that room, and was beaten to pulp by my cousin and locked in there. The voice started after about two days. But it didn't say anything insane. It , in fact, sounded rather reasonable considering the situation. It reminded me to stay calm, when I first heard the voce I wasn't scared I was relieved. The voice sounded familiar, and since then has acted as a sort of father figure.

When the shrink called me in ,the voice slowly walking me through what I was to say. It reminded me to stay calm, as usual, but told me not to mention it to act as a father figure. I sat down and told the psychologist the story of how and when it started. She of course, diagnosed me as schizophrenic and subscribed me head trauma pills. I stood up and headed for the door.

Outside in the waiting room was a beautiful girl with long curly blonde hair, a smooth set of curves that formed her body. She looked up and my heart stopped. Her eyes were a beautiful silver, with tads of blue. They were framed by thick dark lashes. There was also something strange, but I couldn't put my finger on it...Then to my surprise I found the source of the strange event. The voice had stopped as though it too was taken aback by her beauty. She stood up and walked past me, her hips swaying ever so slightly, into the doctor's office. Her hand brushed mine and I felt something stick to me. I looked down to find a phone number scrolled in a beautiful, soft hand on a neon blue sticky note. I turned and mouthed "Thanks" and I could swear that my mom was smirking.